Roy Dorman, two poems

Editor back-issues, poetry

Dream On Crisp blue dress shirt, matching tie, black over the calf socks; that’s it?“What do you think you’re doing, Davis?  Get some pants on right now.”“Don’t worry, sir,” I reply calmly, “I think this is one of those really weird dreams brought on by frustrations with my work situation, coupled with some unresolved sexual issues.”  I don’t know where the…

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